Soppho

Me: I’m sad about Al and Tipper Gore. I’m feeling disillusioned.
Y Chromosome: How long were they together?
Me: 40 years! How did this happen? And more importantly, who will make-y out-y in a gross yet vaguely endearing manner at the DNC? Who, I ask you, who?? I was sixteen when that happened, and in some sort [...]

Me: Okay, how about those little crusty things you get in your eyes when you sleep? What did you call those when you were a kid?
Y Chromosome: Sleepers.
Me: Really?! REALLY?! I did, too! Finally, we found some sort of commonality in our childhoods. This is exciting. Sleepers, yeah!
Y Chrome: Well, sometimes we called them ’sleepers’, [...]

I really enjoy useless trivia and puzzle games. That’s not to say I’m great at the puzzles or an endless supply of facts, but I love them just the same. Want to know how ants find their way home or why everyone uses “Now is the winter of our discontent”‘ wrong? I’m your girl. Want [...]

Y Chromosome picked these for me last night from his family’s farm. I just love daffodils, and there is nothing better than fresh-picked, homegrown flowers, even when they arrive in a Wahoo-orange-hued “vase” right out of your boyfriend’s bedroom. Especially when later you find a flashlight in his pocket, because he was out in the [...]

(Thanks to Y Chrome for adding scale and a little ginger-headed human interest.)
Meet Mt. Chipotle, Charlottesville’s greatest current obsession. If this looks like a giant pile of sand and dirt and grime with a little bit of snow mixed in, sitting in the middle of a shopping plaza’s parking lot, let me explain. This is [...]